Day two of Intonation

So, day two arrives. I wake up on Chad and Tammy's floor, eat somy yummy biscuits and gravy, curse at the rain and drive south a few miles to Union Park.
I arrived at the park to see that no rain had ruined our stuff, nor few if any other posters by the other artists. Awesome.
Set up went quickly, Stacy showed up just as I finished and the gates opened. We wait for our first sale of the day. hm... still waiting I went to check out the Constantines who were fabulous. They reminded me of early Wilco (think 'a.m.,' or 'Being There.")
Walk back to the booth. Nothing is selling ..crap. OK, everything is on sale. All posters $10 regardless of what it is. That'll bring 'em in. Nope? hmm ... I'll leave and check out The Sword. They rocked. Metal songs about barbarians and sword weilding dwarves riding mastadons. These guys played a LOT of Dungeons and Dragons for sure.
Back to the booth, where we make our first sale of the day around 4p.m. WooHoo. Making fun of political figures turns us a profit. Nice.
Another sale comes quickly ... this is how it's supposed to go! Until we wait another three hours without selling anything. I check out Blue Cheer in the meantime. They were allright. Their lead singer must have lived on a diet of whiskey and 'shrooms cuz he was messed up and all scraggly. Back to the booth.
Robert Pollard comes on stage - I was really looking forward to seeing the Guided by Voices singer, and with pure stupidity I stood right in front of a 12 foot speaker stack when they bust into the power rock they are famous for. Crap, I can't hear a thing! His set did kick ass, a lot of GBV stuff, a lot of solo stuff. Plus, the man drank nearly a fifth of tequilla on stage (45 minutes for those keeping track).
Back to the booth .... still slow? crap. Time to set up some trades with other artists. Which was great because I got a few posters I'd wanted out of it.
Then, the sales started. Three posters to one guy, two to another, one to someone else. People who had stolen our posters from clubs, or phone poles, or windows. It was great. THIS is what we came for. The last two hours of selling our work, getting good feedback, talking to other collectors, other artists. The last two hours of the whole weekend made it all worthwhile. We made our table fee back, made some good contacts, met some great people, did some great trades, heard some cool music, and got ready for Flatstock. Holy cow, Flatstock's only four weeks away? We've gotta get to work!